Look again.

Welcome to our blog! The name of this section is inspired by a project called Tomorrow’s Ancestors Speak, with the idea that those of us alive now are the living ancestors of the generations that come after us; of those already here and those yet to come. What we share here are things that we feel have a potential to inform and empower others to develop responsibility and act to make a positive difference in the world.

It can become worse of course;
pure potential is vast at source.
Still, fearful anticipation of fear,
only serves to make all unclear.
And surely it can get better too,
by choice of what is right to do.
If we lift the veil upon the mind,
there is Freedom of a true kind.

Essentiality at risk of being lost,
as we seek equality at any cost.
If we are forced to be the same,
the unique spirit emerges tame.
Without the capacity for seeing,
the ever innate value of a being.
While measured and restrained,
may true humanity be retained?

Imagine if we encouraged our Youth
with an indomitable Love for Truth.
And how to be Courageously Strong,
rather than fear of all that is wrong.
Truly Knowing that they are Blessed,
and still thus if woefully distressed.
This Light of Life upon all bestowed;
may it so sustain each Unique Ode.

Escape from Responsibility;
the grand exercise in futility.
In the web of lies we weave,
it is ourself we truly deceive.
As the ‘my freedom’ illusion;
a union forged in confusion.
Our shared plight is aligned;
we’re all deeply intertwined.
Only a way for all to be Free
protects the right to Liberty.

The many terrible perils of conformity,
don’t end at the dullness of uniformity.
Should curiosity lead you another way,
old relations will hastily fall into decay.
An obstacle to be given its proper due;
the risk is never realising a unique you.
Yet this need not be cause for despair;
lessons learned make one truly aware.

Careful with whom or what you pray to;
an invitation for another to prey on you.
Idols, fallen preachers & false teachers;
energy-sucking leechers, vile creatures.
As the vampires of our ancient folklore;
eager, awaiting a willingly-opened door.
Ever seeking for an unprotected centre,
lacking integrity to sort what may enter.

Euthanized time is sugarsweet remorse;
mere boredom made delightfully worse.
Elated amnesia from start to end of line;
the race out of place so unbearably fine.
This perfect storm of cope and let cope;
all hope high–strung by a noose of rope.
Dear acquaintance, what may go wrong,
with a tried and tested recipe so strong?